Arrival Mingle

[iterumadmin]

Who: Everyone.
What: The Chosen return or arrival in the City.
When: July 1st.
Where: The Districts of the City.
Anything Else? Feel free to make your own arrivals, or throw an arrival starter here! The party is open to all. As a reminder, language barriers are not an issue in the Tower.

The City hadn't changed at all in its time without the chosen. If anything, The City seemed a little dusty. The Chosen would find themselves waking in their assigned homes. Even if they were returning and had other homes. They would wake in their chosen home. For the most part, anyway, a few chosen had special ways of arriving.

The assigned housing varied depending on the district they were assigned according to their sin. However, everyone had a box, a welcome package awaiting them upon waking. Inside the box was an extra invitation inviting them to the tower if they so decided to come visit upon arrival.

The city was once again bustling with life. Cars, demons, and the people of the City moving as if time had never stopped. Business as usual for the returning Chosen.


The Tower

While it was not Aiden's district, he had talked the Duchess into opening up the ballroom, and Skiffell to provide food, that just didn't seem to end. The grand ballroom was filled with many delectable dishes, and a small band of demons playing big band music in the corner.

The doors were propped open with the music drifting out to help lull the chosen who decided to attend. A handwritten poster board outside the open doors displaying 'Welcome Chosen!' with about 10 smiley faces drawn on it. While normally parties at the tower demanded fancy dress, Aiden throwing a party meant that rule would not be abided. He didn't dig out the fancy threads for anyone. This was a different kind of party, put together by the lord of Leisurebrook.

While Aiden didn't plan to reveal himself as a magistrate, he did love to mingle with people and hear their stories. So he was there. He was napping at a round table off in a corner, his messy brown hair spilled over his crossed arms as he napped as if he didn't have a care in the world.

Comments

Devi D \ OTA

[artistwithasickness]

Devi had said she'd come to the first party they threw and she wasn't the kind of woman who lied. Even if there had been a black tie dress requirement, Devi would have ignored it in favor of her black cargo pants, big black boots paired with a purple croptop with a long sleeved black mesh overshirt and dangling upside down cross earrings.

Dressing up indicated that she cared and frankly, she didn't.

But before hassling the Magistrate, Devi perused the food, the plate in her hand constantly emptying into her mouth, one piece at a time, as she fills those empty spots back up with bits from the spread. It was an odd contrast to the hundred and twenty pounds of a rail that she was. She still had curve, but she was a slender sort of woman at 5'9 in her boots. Any person that ambles up to her will get the same general question.

"Did you try the cannolis down there? Fucking amazing. Fuck I've missed food like this."

[abeautifulgame]

Damien's a little better dressed, though what he's wearing probably isn't where her attention goes first -- well, mostly. The thing most people notice about him first is the limp he walks with or the leg brace that runs the length of his left leg from mid-thigh to ankle.

Regardless of whether or not that's the first thing she notices, however, Damien glances over at her, frowning. "What kind of food were you stuck with before?"

His first thought is prison food.

[artistwithasickness]

The leg brace was far more eye-catching than the limp was but Devi took it all in a single glance up and down the man, focused not on his brace but more the Sense of Self she could garner from how he was put together.

"Oh, shitty ramen and cola. It's the only thing I ever used to stock my apartment with, starving artist Devi D, nice to meet you - and when I get stuck there, there's no options for changin' it up. Food's always better when someone else is cooking it anyway." And there weren't Other People in the nebulous before.

Yes, she expected a little confusion in return at the answer.

[abeautifulgame]

The leg's a sore spot to be sure -- he's glad she didn't ask.

He doesn't plan on giving her the opportunity to, either, or at least not right now. Instead, as expected, his eyebrows raise in response to all of that. "'When you got stuck there'?"

Please elaborate.

Re: Devi D \ OTA

[ssbardock]

The woman Bardock met earlier was here after all. A grin moved across the Saiyan’s face and he looked up at Devi “The cannolis? So those were what I was stuffing my face with earlier?”

The Saiyan had a hint of cream left on his face.

[artistwithasickness]

Devi didn't miss a beat. "Dude, you've got so so many good foods to catch up on. Taco Trucks are gonna rock. Your. World." She liked food, but she'd proven that already to him before. Food was great.

"Never mind that it is from our very gracious and plying overlords but they wouldn't dare put anything in it, not for the first party. I hear it's Lesuirebrook's Magistrate runnin' this one. Oh, speakin' of. Where'd you get thrown for livin' spaces?"

Yes, Devi could talk a lot and with confidence that Bardock would catch up as she went on.

[ssbardock]

Bardock raised an eyebrow as he smirked at the mention of food. “Tacos?<\i> what are those?”

However he had many questions too. He looked back in thought “The tree area. Just seemed like me.”

[doesnotsparkle]

It was big black boots day at the tiny party. The Fresh meat who had only just walked up to the table just as she mentioned the cannoli. He was only an inch taller than her, and those boots didn't help a lot. His shoulder-length black hair was hanging loose, and he had sunglasses on to hide his eyes.

There was no hiding his deathly pallor when he wore a white button-up with the top two buttons undone. He almost looked like completely monochrome. "I had no, no." The Grecian accent spoke up after a second. So, of course, he had to reach for one, if this random, clearly alt scene person said they're good, that is as good as gospel. To put on his plate of snacks. Being a living vampire, meant he still had to eat normal food as well. As lame as that one was. "Are you new or returning?" he asked, as he had asked everyone else. A bit of the cream stuck on one of his long claw like black nails so he popped that in his mouth real quick.

[artistwithasickness]

Big Bad Black Boot Club UNITE! It was the first thing she noticed, having happened to glance from bottom to top this time, and shit just kept getting better as she got higher up. The skin, the hair, the Corey Hart ass Sunglasses. There was a... Feeling there that she hadn't felt in a very long time. A 2 Dimensional one, a call back to what she once was. But assuming that was. Audacious to say the least. Hardly first meeting material.

The fact that he was taking her questionable dietary advice was ignored as her interest spun around, and there was no stopping the coy curl of her full and painted lips.

"Returning. Apparently I garnered a round trip ticket last time I was here. I take it I'm not the first returning soul you've met?"

[doesnotsparkle]

Those were both some good ass-kicking boots. Michael had never intended to be a fighter, he had nearly become a priest before science became everything to him. And life never went as expected. So here he was, standing next to someone who looked like she belonged in one of those clubs that used to help quench his thirsts. Some of the best people hung out in those kinds of places.

Good music too. Even if he liked a bit more 70's flare to his music.

"Curious indeed. I do wonder why some are returning, and other's new. And yes, you are the second I have met who has returned. A woman named Sara has also returned." he spoke with a nod. Shifting the small plate to the hand, he had just put in his mouth to offer his other. Trying to keep his fangs hidden as much as he could. Which was hard given how big they are. He held his hand over. "Michael Morbius. A pleasure to meet you." His mother had raised him well, life just dicked him over.

[bossyboiler]

Kate does care and so she has dressed up in a green dress with black kitten heels. Her hair is styled and pushed over one shoulder. First impressions matter! (At least they do to her.)

She is there at the buffet table when Devi approaches. She is pondering what to get if anything. As she cannot get drunk or high (easily) food is all that is left. "Are they? They look--" Wait! She knows that voice. "Devi?" She blinks and turns her head to face her.

[artistwithasickness]

Devi would be able to pick Kate out of a crowd any day. The well put together and manicured look of the woman - of course Kate would care about dressing up to the first party! To any party, Devi was sure, but Kate could have as much fabulousness as she could handle as long as Devi didn't have to match. The effort, and for what?

Devi grins as Kate recognizes her and bounces her eyebrows.

"What's cookin' good lookin'. Glad to see you're back in town. So how are we judging the spread tonight - four outta five stars, or...?" She shifts, sidling slightly closer as she gestures at the food, turning that grin right back on Kate as she finishes. She missed this so much.

[bossyboiler]

It's what she does. The getting ready part is part of the fun.

"I give the spread a solid four stars. They're trying really hard but the macarons look a little sloppy. As for me, not much. I'm still getting a feel for it all. A lot of things are the same." The City is mostly the same but there are a lot of new Magistrates. What will that mean for the Chosen? Will they be cruel and capricious or benign? There's no way to know right now.

"What about you?"

[silversneakers]

If there's anyone who's sure to be hanging around the food table, it's Peter. Also ignoring the fancy dress part of the invitation, mostly because he doesn't have anything fancy and couldn't be bothered to go looking for anything.

"Yeah, and those steak rolls too, definitely try one of those."

Does he care that this food is from the Magistrates, and the Magistrates cannot be trusted? Nope. Free food is free food.

[artistwithasickness]

The artist follows the finger before looking who it was attached to and hummed a note of interest, stepping over to steal a few on to her plate before turning back and paying the proper attention that she should. Devi blinks those big green eyes and barks out a short laugh, leaning forward with the sound only to catch herself with a passing expression of 'oh shit' and straightening back up.

"Peter Maximoff, hot damn." She sidles back up to her previous spot and takes a bite. "You always did have good taste in snacks." It didn't matter if he remembered her or not. She'd play it off if he didn't, not delve too far in if he did.

"You think there's anythin' funny in 'em?"

[silversneakers]

His lips quirk into a smile when she recognizes him -- that's one thing out of the way. "Not that I've noticed." Though it would probably metabolize out of his system before he'd even notice. "It wouldn't surprise me if there was though."

Re: Devi D \ OTA

[prefers_magneto]

He sees her from across the room. He approaches hesitantly, not assuming he's welcome. Does she even remember him? This place always did mess with time and memories. She doesn't look up as she asks the question, but he doesn't assume it's not directed at him.

"I'm not much for pastries."

Maybe she remembers he always brought them home for her.

[artistwithasickness]

Devi had checked to see if their apartment was still there but hadn't thought to check the network, brain otherwise busy with the Prime Survival Checklist and ticking off the most important boxes first. So she'd missed Erik's post but had thought about him all the same. She knew better than to pin too many hopes on him being there at all, much less remembering what they had, what they were to each other, but there was always a good amount of it nonetheless.

There's no mistaking his voice and Devi's head whips up and over, face breaking into a broad and familiar grin as she took in the angles and status of his face. Breathtaking and timeless as always. But the sheet of possibilities wave their little flags and Devi's grin simmers down a little, like she'd remembered herself and her manners. It still danced in her eyes though.

"More for me." God, she just wanted to tackle him into a hug. "You're lucky we're at a party and not on the street, otherwise I might be invading your personal space for a hug." A tentative toe into those waters. Safe and playful and something she figured she could gauge a status off of with one response from him. He never had a problem hiding how he felt.

[prefers_magneto]

His expression creeps further into a smile.

"A hug? How scandalous. If you do it anyway, do you think they'll kick us out?" he prods.

[darkforcerising]

"The only time I have food like this is when someone makes it for me," Anakin said in total agreement about the cannolis.

"'Cause," he said between a bite, "I'm a terrible cook. No matter what universe I end up in."

[artistwithasickness]

Devi looks over and flashes a grin at Anakin.

"You could fix that, you know. We got people that cook here. Please know that I'm not one of them. I live off boiled noodles in the best of times. God I've missed pastries. What do you think of the party?"

[darkforcerising]

"What's wrong with boiled noodles? There's so much variety. Cheesy noodles are my favorite."

Anakin looked around, taking it all in.

"I feel like I shouldn't trust it... and yet, I am going to eat as much as possible. What do you think?"

[solus_unus]

"I haven't, are they anything like the ones I introduced you to all those fucking years ago?"

The voice is going to be a familiar one to her, for better or for worse. He's still of the mind that she should have ended up with him and not Erik, but that was still (and forever would be) an opinion Caius would keep to himself. Perhaps in another world, during another time, they'd be able to have that. Each other.

When she turns around, Devi will be greeted with a handsome smile. God, she looks as amazing as she did. Maybe even more.

"Hey, gorgeous. Got a smile for me?"

[artistwithasickness]

There was never any telling who would come back. Who she would see. Who would remember her, but there was no stopping the sharp spike of her heartrate at that voice. Those words. The memories it pulls up.

Devi turns around and gives an undignified yelp of surprise, followed by "Caius!!"

Rushing to set the plate down so she can literally launch herself at Caius, she wraps her arms around his neck and squeezes tight. One of the three men she'd ever loved, things would never be really platonic between them. She was still figuring things out here, unsure if the man she married still remembered her, or wanted a relationship, but none of that did anything to diminish her feelings.

"Oh my god it's so good to see you," she breathes out. "Are you okay? I've missed you."

She wasn't normally this affectionate openly but it had been ages and ages and she wasn't going to let the opportunity pass up, hand settling on his cheek so she could pull back and plant a kiss on his closer cheek. Sorry not sorry. But her eyes were hungry for information to ease her subtle worry and danced over his face like she could assess it without his answer.

[solus_unus]

It's the kind of greeting that he was hopeful for. Things had been rather intense before the City bounced them out the last time. But seeing her and feeling her arms around him was nothing short of feeling like coming home.

Caius holds her tight and breathes her all in, his smile stretching wide by the time she pulls back and looks at him. Her smile was amazing and everything about this reunion couldn't be any better than this. He sighs happily.

"I've missed you, to, Dev. So fucking much. You look fucking amazing."

He smiles at her, not ready to put her down quite yet. Devi was going to get a nuzzle against her cheek and a kiss, too. "Been here all of five hours and had to come and see who all came back."

After setting her back on her feet he grins.

"But yeah, I'm good. Still got my head." Which was a blessing given he was pretty sure he was as good as gone the last time he came through. Somehow, that was not the case. There was something in him telling him to keep fighting.